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Several years ago, on New Year's Eve, I made a resolution that I was going to run a 5k. For a variety of reasons, this has not happened. One of the primary reasons is that I don't particularly enjoy running. Those who know me have noticed I walk a little funny... on my toes, spring in my step, whatever you want to call it. The upshot of this is I have completely jacked calf muscles. The downside is that running has always been something of a challenge for me. For a long time, if I ran for more than 20 minutes, I got sharp pains inside my knee. It was insane. I never had it checked out or anything and, let me be clear, for the past eight years or so since I have been working out regularly, I have done every cardio machine in the gym, hit spin classes and more and never felt any pain. It's running. Then came the challenge. See, first of all, I live in Seattle, which means I am virtually surrounded by runners. Second, last fall, I was at a friend's wedding. This friend...

Some days, when I want to feel old, I don't think about how I just turned 30. I think how Pearl Jam is preparing for it's 20-year anniversary in 2011. (I have to admit, I am going to get that version of Ten that includes "Brother." This has to happen.) Anyhow, it's hard for me to believe that my teeny- bopper days are that far gone. And then today, I come to this story . The basics: the baby who was swimming naked on the cover of Nirvana's Nevermind ? That dude is 17! And apparently making money off his album cover notoriety. What troubled me more about this particular story, though, was this atrociously-written lead, which wants, very badly, to be clever: "All apologies, but here we are now, 17 years after Nirvana's breakthrough album irreversibly changed music, and the naked baby pictured on its cover is still chasing dollars." See that? See how the writer worked not one but TWO Nirvana song references into the lead? If he had stuck wi...